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I looked up at him with a mouthful of his cock, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he shook his head. “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

With a smile, I continued sucking his cock, moving my head up and down as my tongue followed. Slow licks and sucks, I drove him crazy as I teased him. Everything around me fell away as my mouth swelled from his cock, sucking and moving up and down over and over, completely lost in what I was doing.

Suddenly, hands landed on either side of my face, and he gently pulled me off, his mouth finding mine right away as he kissed me again and again. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me over the middle console and onto his lap, moving the seat backwards. I straddled him, resting a knee on either side of him as I gathered my skirt high.

I wanted his big cock inside me. Now.

Reaching down, I hooked a finger in my panties and slid them to the side as I hovered about his hard stiff cock. Ronin watched me with lust in his eyes as one hand stroked his cock and the other guided me closer.

Slowly, I sunk down onto his dick, both of us moaning, before I covered my mouth with his and kissed him hard and deep, our bodies now one.

CHAPTER SIX

Ronin

I shouldn’t have fucked her in my truck on the side of the room.

But something came over me. Something I couldn’t fight.

I had to have her.

And fuck, was she beautiful riding my cock like a fucking champ in the tight space.

With my thumb, I rubbed her clit as she bounced up and down, her head falling back and exposing her neck. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

Imogen came hard the first time, her pussy clenching around my cock and nearly sending me off into space, but I didn’t stop rubbing her clit, didn’t pull her off my dick, only brought her to orgasm again and again.

After three orgasms, I followed with my own, my loud growls filling the cab of the truck.

Holy fucking shit. I’d never felt an orgasm like that before.

Wet juices spilled down my thigh as I lifted her off me and set her on the seat next to me. I fished out some napkins from the glove box and cleaned her up, as she sat there not moving, a blissful smile on her face. I fixed her skirt and kissed her soft lips before wiping my dick off and tucking it back in my pants.

“That was unbelievable.”

“Mmm,” Imogen rolled her head my way, a wistful smile on her lips.

I laughed. “Are you so relaxed you can’t speak?”

She nodded and blew me a kiss.

“Yet somehow, I think you want more.”

Imogen raised an eyebrow. “I am pretty greedy.”

I laughed again. “Good. You should be. I am too.” I winked before turning the key in the ignition and firing up the truck. “I doubt we’ll get much sleep tonight.”

“No complaints here.”

I grinned wolfishly. “Perfect.”

We spent the night exploring each other’s bodies and making love until the early morning hours. When we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sun was rising.

But we somehow managed to wake by eleven and I cooked her breakfast while she lounged in my clothes. I liked her in my clothes. I liked her in my house and in my bed.

Hell, I liked her being in my space.

Three weeks had passed and while we’d only had three dates, I was already in love with her. She was the perfect woman for me.